I usually get up with a positive attitude and a smile, after I have gotten my Diet Sprite with cherry. But this morning quickly twisted my cheery smile into a contemplating scowl. There weren’t any signs from the recent derailment, so I had assumed the road was open. However, the blue lights flashing from the car of Trooper Morris’ state police car gave me that information after I had topped the hill. So I did what my grandmother always told me, complain silently. Yelling and screaming out loud does nothing but raise your blood pressure and make you look foolish. So at the risk of looking foolish in front of a person who could take me to jail or some other facility, I just changed routes.

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